Enchanted Betrayal

Chapter One.

Why is it, when you're super tired, both mentally and emotionally exhausted, your brain decides it's going to host its very own cabaret?

My best friend Beth, is sleeping peacefully if not noisily from the other end of our shared bedroom, oh how I envy her.

Ugh! I give up, there's no point in lying here staring up at the ceiling. That's it I'll go sit outside on the porch for a while.

I go through to the kitchenette and grab a glass of water and I also grab a blanket from the couch, on my way through to the porch. I bend down and sit on the top wooden step that leads up to our cabin, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. I sway my feet slightly on the now dewy grass which I find really relaxing. Beth thought going to a campsite would help me relax, which is and isn't working.

Thinking back, my life used to be so simple. I'd wake up, get ready with a little bit of makeup and a cute outfit, have breakfast with my family, go to college, sometimes meet up with Beth outside of college across the border and go to a few parties.

I'd argue over the simplest things with my twin siblings Rory and Rachel, like the time they took my laptop and hid it on the roof of our house. They knew I had exams coming up and they pushed their luck with me anyway. The twins were tricksters, but they just saw the funny side in everything. They were harmless really and some of the funniest people I had ever met.

My mum and I fought a lot over the years, which only got worse when the twins were born. I love my mum and I would've done anything for her, but I just didn't like who she was. She was one type of person when we were spending time together; however she was completely different when anyone else was around, even in front of the rest of my family. For example, there's six years between the twins and I. As soon as they could walk, they were causing mischief and I would get the blame for it. It continued like this for years and was the main reason why my mum and I stopped spending so much time together.

My dad was my best friend. He was my hero. He saw me for who I was and never once tried to change me. He'd understood that I wanted to be an elemental warrior and he promised to train me, as long as I went to college and studied for my A levels. He also wanted me to learn about what it takes to be a leader of the town and the tasks that go with it, which can be learned at college in a special class. Being a warrior pays the bills but unless you're patrolling all the time and protecting the town it doesn't really pay much.

Having your family taken away from you is honestly the worst heartbreak anyone could ever go through. I think it's probably worse than when your fated mate rejects you. Even though I miss my family terribly, my heart is slowly beginning to heal.